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“Like I’d doubt you, brother.”
“They’re waiting on me to give my confession.”
He straightens. “The twins are wanting to bust you out, and I have to say, Pope, right now, that’s our only option.”
Hearing about my boys brings a smile to my face, but it doesn’t last long.
“There’s another option, and none of you are going to like it. I’m going to confess and take the blame, and the club is going to let me.”
His eyes widen, then narrow into slits. “Like fuck we are.”
The first thing I saw in Cas was his darkness. It took a few weeks of him being around the club for me to witness the loyalty that shone from him after seeing what kind of life he could have with us, and it’s lasted all these years. I would follow this man into any fight and die for him if needed, because I know and trust he would take care of my family in my absence. I know my death would be remembered always. Lost Souls are never forgotten.
"Without our support, you'll be on your own and vulnerable."
"I'll be fine. Once I’m charged, make it look like I've lost my patch. They'll pull me in for another interview in the morning, where I'll confess in detail. The club won't fall for this. No one's touched us before, and they won't now."
"I can't let you do this."
"You will. My patch doesn't just own my soul—itismy soul. The club is bigger than any one brother. We all have a duty to the patch, and this is mine."
Sighing, he steps closer and wraps his fingers around the bars. “Pope, what you’re asking…”
“I’m not asking for your permission, Cas. I’m telling you how this is going down. They’re talking about the death penalty, and it doesn’t scare me. I’m an old man. I’ve lived my life, and if I go out protecting the club, my life wouldn’t be for nothing.”
He isn’t convinced, and we don’t have the time for me to make him see I’m doing the right thing. He knows deep down this makes sense, but his love for me won’t ever let him admit it.
“The club needs this, Cas, you know it. Look after my family, and whatever you do, watch my boys.”
“Times up, Dad. We need to go.”
Over Cas’s shoulder, Luca hovers in the doorway. I have words for him when I’m done with his father.
“Lead our club like you always have, and don’t dwell on me like a pussy. The club must not suffer. I have the utmost respect for you, brother, and it’s been my fucking pleasure following you.”
Growling, he wags his finger at me, all the words he wants to spit out stuck in his throat.
Backing away from the bars, he vows, “This isn’t goodbye, old man.”
But it is, and I watch him walk through the door and out of sight. Before Luca can leave, I say, “Just because I won’t be around, doesn’t mean my boys won’t fuck you up if you continue to harass my Victoria. Leave her the fuck alone.”
The little fucker huffs, and has the audacity to smirk at me. “I hear you, Pope.”
And then he’s gone. Inhaling deeply, I rest my forehead against the bars and sigh heavily. Cas knows I’m right, and I trust him to look out for my family.
Chapter Thirty
Cas
“Why’d you call me out like that yesterday?” Luca asks as I crush a cigarette between my thumb and forefinger.
“Because you’re a prospect.”
“You didn’t believe I could get you in to see him, did you?”
“It wasn’t about that. Every prospect is given orders—some easy, others harder, just to see how far they’ll go for the club. You think you should be treated differently because you’re my son?”
He doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Truthfully, yeah. My bloodline runs through this club.”
